The heartbeat behind the day to day is to find our way to Jesus along the way It's hard to lean into more enthusiasm Than to find anything but optimism
In a walk of faith, we are awestruck In how we move beyond being thunderstruck It can seem different with hands in surrender Passions expressed so warm and tender
Faith imprints every seed of our future It is all the good vibes we nurture But not going up into a nebulous nothing Instead, we surrender all to God's something
Faith is the trust that is tested In His love, we are peacefully rested Not in something old that is dusted But in His word in which we've trusted
Walking through the valley of brutality As life teaches us its divine theology Step-by-step, we walk along as we pray The deposits and withdrawals of everyday
There in the miracle of walking without falter Are the gentle, yet strong impressions from our Father Sometimes you have to give up to go up Drinking from the waters of life's winning cup
(c) November 20, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“And can the liberties of a nation be thought secure when we have removed their only firm basis, a conviction in the minds of the people that these liberties are the gift of God? That they are not to be violated but with his wrath? Indeed I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just: that his justice cannot sleep forever.” – Thomas Jefferson, Notes on the State of Virginia, Query 18, 1781
In the centuries that came before Myth and legend became the ways of lore Man and mage coexisted in peace Until Mordred's darkness slipped its leash
A sorcerer turned to his dark ambition Against mankind in a betrayal of transition Marching on Camelot as man's stronghold In an effort to turn light into dark as foretold
As evil and is beasts burn the sacred ground The good of King Uther was seen as it abounds There he stands with Excalibur in his mortal hand He stood to defend goodness and all of England
Victory would be his yet once again But it was only a moment before he'd have to defend His people against the forces gathered for evil All of those hellions led by an incarnate Devil
The hope was for no more purges and an end to killing Prayer in motion stood and if only the good Lord be wiling Mage and man might again find their way to harmony However unlikely this was sure to be the end to be
Drawn into the castle's quiet keep So much blood would spill to make us weep Treachery's dagger has silenced the mother Of the once and future king whose sword belongs to another
The crowded streets of Londonium thrived As the British people somehow survived A street urchin in anyone else's eyes Grew to be a young man of much surprise
A fighter such as he to the core of his soul If only he might keep the dragon under his control Nightmares fill yet another feverish night Until he wakens at the first grace of light
A usurper it is who was then set upon the throne As the people struggled to remove a sword from stone Evil there is deeper than deep in the castle's well Where magical beasties and witches secretly dwell
Whispering warnings about the balance of power That cannot be transgressed by a fabled tower The boy king it comes seemly as is inevitable And the usurper finds himself unable
To keep his bargain or sell himself steep There are secrets enough that will not keep The resistance against it is that which is growing Against the evils that sleep without knowing
The secrets of those who will take their stand for good Though however the hero struggles to make it understood That the trouble with Vikings under the king's protection Is that there is no escape from freedom's daring conception
The boy king is coming and won't be stopped The will of the people cannot be dropped Capricious as the tyrant's will is arbitrary Any tale that tells otherwise is to the truth, contary.
(c) November 19, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“Knowledge will forever govern ignorance, and a people who mean to be their own governors, must arm themselves with the power knowledge gives.” – James Madison
“Irreverence is the champion of liberty and its only sure defense.” – Mark Twain (1835-1910)
Let’s hope this budgetary moment of sheer insanity is stopped at the Senate. It’s insane to think we spend our way to prosperity and our children’s children do indeed matter.
Scripture, being God breathed Is to save us from being deceived Every word is for our training Ever toward righteousness as we are reading
Reading the Bible filled with our trust Paying attention as we surely must The names listed provide more than genealogy Tracing back to God in truest theology
Each sign or hint of apparent difference Should be examined closely with reverence Great things are sometimes given in summarization And without diminishment given explanation
Quite faithfulness has its eventual payout Keeping true even where there might be doubt Doing life as nobly right gets its due respect Not be put aside in benign neglect
The things in front of us are more important Then we know and to be cherished with sentiment Character is lived line after familial line Revealing as it does, those things which are divine
(c) November 18, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“We have therefore to resolve to conquer or die. … Let us therefore rely upon the goodness of the Cause, and the aid of the supreme Being, in whose hands Victory is, to animate and encourage us to great and noble actions.” – George Washington (1776)
“America was not built on fear. America was built on courage, on imagination, and on an unbeatable determination to do the job at hand.” – Harry S Truman
Both sides are right Both sides are wrong In the dead of the night Where do I belong?
The words that are said When none should speak Roll around in my head As I look down from this peak
There's a lot to this world That I'll never really know It makes me want to hide burrowed Until the truth can show
Written in the lines on my hand Is the story that has not been told I wish I could find the peace to understand But instead, I await each day to unfold
Gotta get the truth out To the storied masses Who are also filled with doubt As our world burns to ashes
Handling it all despite its persistence With the world around going to Hell It's past the point of stubborn resistance Yet, who will remain to tell this tale?
About doing what we had to do With courage in our hearts and faltered steps Let the last standing here get the message through In the spirit of hope when that's all that is left
(c) November 17, 2021 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
